Arrgghh! I am so sick of all the ‘ugly’ click bait on almost every page I visit.
I mean the ones like ‘celebs married to ugly spouses’ and ‘see what celebs haven’t aged well’.
Who the fuck are you to judge who is attractive and who is not. And to do it for trivial click bait? Did you ever stop to think that maybe you might hurt someone’s feelings?
I think we should have another entitled ‘See how ugly the creators of this page are - and how ugly their children are!’
Good catch! My speeling has never been good and now that I’m not sleeping, its gotten even worse!
However, I’d guess that if someone has Prostate surgery, they would probably want to sleep on their stomach.
Thanks for everyone who suggested separate blankets. I changed the bed out and hopefully tonight he can kick his blankets off to his heart’s content and I can snuggle up in mine and get some fucking sleep.
Today was full of annoyances but that probably because I haven’t gotten a decent nights sleep for so long. Traffic is backed up? Oh yes. (this is Houston, traffic always sucks) I forgot to bring coffee in, yes, that happened today as well. Come home for lunch and stepped in a pile of dog puke right in front of the door. Great. Stormed upstairs to yell at Karen, and then remembered that she had taken the day off so of course she didn’t hear it. (I’m glad she wasn’t there to be yelled at.) Hubs is crabby because he isn’t sleeping well either? Yeah.
That smothering him with his pillow thing is looking better and better.
I’ve been taking my cats to you for about 8 years now. In all that time, I’ve been an excellent client. I pay my bills. I follow directions. I do not try to jump lines. I am not in the habit of screaming emergency for no reason.
So when I call tonight to say my cat is shitting blood and I need to see the doctor now, I expect to hear, “Bring him in immediately and we’ll see what’s wrong,” *not *“We just booked our last appointment slot, you can take him to the emergency animal clinic or we can see him sometime midday tomorrow.”
So I did take him to the emergency clinic, and while the vet there said it might be nothing because this is, apparently, a thing that cats do from time to time—although not any of MINE, and why couldn’t the on-duty vet tonight take a minute to reassure me that way?—and he is staying overnight for blood work and an ultrasound, and I may be re-evaluating my patronage of your practice.
[NB: the vet on duty tonight is not one my cats have ever been treated by, and I suspect the main doctor who I normally see would have spoken to me. This will also play a part in my evaluation.]
Turns out the moose was a yearling. Poor thing must have been terrified. I only wish its mother had come on these three assholes torturing it’s young. They’ve been charged with animal cruelty, which is a felony, and a couple of lesser charges. Fucking assholes.
Whenever they sing the hymn “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name” at church I stumble on the very first line:
“All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall”
Half the time I bungle it and say “prostate”
And I always see it coming (…don’t say prostate…don’t say prostate…don’t say prostate…Ugh!..I said prostate…)
And yes, I still snicker when singing the line “Ox and ass before Him bow” around Christmas.
Two cops at my school board meeting tonight. They were there largely to shut down questions any time we dared attempt to find out why the idiot school superintendent is trying to fire our excellent local school principal. No time to investigate when I got mugged at gunpoint in the NYC subways but by god they’re going to protect the school board members from our dangerous questions.
It was actually three fucking cops. Two in uniform and one in plain clothes. For about twenty people who were understandably upset that our school board and school superintendent are going to fire an excellent school principal and replace her with one of their lousy cronies. They basically periodically walked through the crowd attempting to prevent various members of our community from speaking out to the school board. That does it. I think either I or my husband will be running for the board in November.
Well, the time has come, I knew it would eventually, but we have to move from living in the mountains to… Houston.
No more mid week powder day skiing, mountain biking or generally pleasant weather.
hello humidity.
I work for a start up company, and for the last few years we have been in product design, and I have been on the plane every other week to Houston or Calgary, but now that we are heading commercial, I will have to be in Houston a lot, and the travel will frankly , be ridiculous. So the good lady wife and I have decided that, as we seam to like each others company and the kids need both of us around, we should move.
So its not all bad , hence in the mini rants. Mountains to Houston, hrummpff